Andy & I have been living together for 7 years, and for as long as I can remember he comes home, putts around, eventually lands on the couch and inevitably his socks come off and are deposited on the living room floor. I bet that this happens at least 5 nights a week, which means 5 mornings a week I scoop his socks up off the floor and add them to our (normally gargantuan) laundry pile. This little habit fascinates me. The socks even came off in our condo where the hard wood floors at times felt like an ice rink. They come off even if I am wrapped in two blankets with the cat on my lap trying to stay warm. It's as though his feet are struggling for freedom.
Addison seems to have the same habit, almost. Today by 9:30 a.m. I had put her socks back on her 3 times. Finally after her morning nap I gave up.
There is a war fought daily between she and I regarding her socks ~ and I pretty much always lose. Maybe her feet need freedom too.
**I've tried telling her about always looking up at the camera, but she seems pretty darn proud of her double (ok, sometimes triple) chin.
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I don't like socks either! Besides its almost sandal season!
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